Babysitting to Breeding [FM] [Fiction]

**Another one-off story! More on my discord server!**

Lisa had been babysitting for various members of her church since she was a preteen. Now in community college at 19, she had a huge black book of parents who would call her on a regular basis to watch their kids while they went on dates, doctor appointments, or just escaped for a few hours.

Lisa understood, of course. Kids were a blessing from God was something she’d been taught from a young age, and while she believed it, she also occasionally appreciated she could leave them and go home to get a full nights sleep without them clamoring for her.

She was studying early childhood education. Once she graduated she might start an in home daycare – she knew she’d have no problem finding parents willing to pay premium prices to watch their kids. She knew her compassion was her greatest asset. She truly loved children – no matter how ill behaved they occasionally acted.

It was an ordinary wednesday when she got the call. One of the elders from her church called – one of the parishioners had recently been given emergency guardianship of a 6 month old baby. An unfortunate situation involving the baby’s parents being involved with drugs and the law, with the parishioner being the only relative that could come forward. Was she available to help?

Her heart broke thinking about the poor baby. Her classes were still all online because of the pandemic, so she agreed, getting the phone number of the parishioner: Mark Edmonds. She called him as soon as she hung up with the older matron.

He seemed frazzled but thankful for her immediate availability. He agreed to her fees for ‘nannying’ immediately, and begged her to come as soon as possible.

Lisa arrived at the modest ranch house and knocked on the door. The man who answered it seemed a bit scruffy and disheveled, but drop dead gorgeous. He was tall, with brown hair that had a soft curl. He was fit and had the most amazing green eyes that looked at her with relief. “Lisa? Oh thank god – I have no idea what I’m doing!”

Inside the house she was introduced to Kayla, an adorable baby that seemed pitifully small. Mark explained how he hadn’t heard from his older sister in years – only to have CPS deposit her baby on his step with documents for him to sign to take over guardianship of the baby. He owned his house and had a good job, and there was no way he was letting his flesh and blood go into foster care if he could help it. That said – he had no idea how to care for a baby, let alone one that might have extra medical needs.

Lisa jumped into action, warming water for a formula bottle. Mark had made a few following the directions on the box, but he hadn’t written down the time of the feeding or how much was drank. He had changed her diaper, but not applied cream on her rashes. Lisa spent the first hour getting Kayla to a good point, Mark hanging on her every word, desperately trying to catch up to his new responsibility.

Once Kayla was safely put to sleep in the guest room Lisa made a shopping list for Mark of everything he would need. Diapers, formula, what size clothing, a small crib – everything.

Mark left with the list telling Lisa to make herself at home. She puttered around while Kayla slept, cleaning the messy kitchen and she entered Mark’s bedroom. Laundry everywhere. She stripped the bed and picked up the discarded clothing on the floor and started a load. Kayla woke and Lisa tended to her gently. When Mark returned, he found his house spotless, a homemade soup on the stove simmering, and Lisa cooing over his niece in the guestroom.

They set Kayla in her new bouncer and started unpacking all the stuff Mark had bought. Mark was amazed at how knowledgeable Lisa was. She knew exactly how to hold and care for the baby,how to manage his house, everything. “Um, Lisa? Would you like, be interested in moving in? Like as an… uhhh… Au Pair? Or whatever they’re called. Like I am so worried about Kayla and I really don’t want to mess this up.”

Lisa blushed slightly. Kayla was a cute baby, but she was a little worried about moving in with a handsome single guy. She was, afterall, a good church girl who had never done more than kiss a boy. Moving in seemed so… personal. But Kayla really did need help, and although Mark was willing – he obviously had no idea what he was doing. “Well, I mean, I could… my lease at my apartment is month to month…”

Before the week was out Lisa had moved into the guestroom and taken over primary care of Kayla. Once the CPS social worker met her and gave their approval Mark felt a huge weight off his shoulders. He was doing things right. He loved how Lisa managed the house. Every day he left, knowing Kayla was going to not just be cared for, but loved, and he’d return to a home cooked meal and Lisa’s beautiful smile.

A month passed by quickly, the two of them growing closer, becoming like a little family. It was harder and harder each night for Mark to watch Lisa disappear into the guestroom instead of joining him. Not that he’d ever say anything to Lisa though. Instead he’d just quietly stroke himself in the shower, imagining her bent over in front of him.

Little did he know every night Lisa would touch herself, imagining Mark over her.

Another month passed by – the sexual tension between the two of them seemed to be growing, but both stubbornly and modestly kept their feelings to themselves. It wasn’t until Mark was invited to his co-workers’ bachelor party. It wasn’t going to be a rowdy stripper party, but rather a whiskey tasting at a brewpub. He came home, dropped off by an Uber, tottering and weaving – drunk as a skunk.

Lisa had laughed at his state and helped him inside. His arm around her shoulders – leaning on her for support, he had breathily whispered in her ear, “Damn Lisa, you’re so perfect. Such a perfect mother… I want to fuck you and put MY baby in you…”

Lisa had been shocked, and put him to bed with a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on his bedside table.

She went to bed herself, masturbating furiously. She *would* make a great mother, and she would love to have Mark make her his wife and fuck baby after baby into her wet pussy. She bit her lip to keep from making too much noise. She didn’t want to wake the baby after all. As her finger slid in and out of her sloppy hole she imagined the hot wetness on her hand was his cum, and she pushed deep into herself coming to a hard shuddering climax.

The next morning he woke to the smell of bacon cooking… and a pounding headache. He drank the water, grateful again for Lisa’s seemingly never-ending thoughtfulness. He tossed on his bathrobe, not bothering to fully dress to get some real food in his stomach.

He was shocked to find Lisa in the kitchen, wearing nothing but the striped apron she had brought from her apartment. She was of pretty average height and weight. Mark estimated 5’5” and 140 pounds. Enough to give her softness to her curves, without being quite chubby.

The apron tie wrapped around her waist, perfectly framing her adorable pale ass. She didn’t seem to notice him enter as she hummed, washing a pan in the sink. Mark coughed to catch her attention. She froze.

Then Lisa turned slowly, seductively. The 19 year old virgin might be a good church girl, but she knew how to show off her God given blessings.

Mark gasped as she turned, Her breasts were petite, but she had lined up the bib of the apron perfectly to frame the perfect pink nipples standing at attention. Lisa smiled and bit her lip, blushing shyly. “I know you might not remember what you said last night Mark, but I… I mean… if you’re interested…”

Mark’s hangover seemed to rush down out of him, just as his heartbeat began pounding in his ears as his blood rushed down to his groin. In a swift movement he crossed the kitchen and grabbed Lisa roughly by the hips, pulling her to him.

He kissed her, a few pecks at first, but as her arms settled around his neck he used his tongue to part her lips and kiss her deeply. He could feel his dick hardening rapidly as he pressed himself against her body.

She willingly relaxed into him, the heat in the pit of her stomach becoming a raging inferno inside her as he explored her mouth. Mark was hungry, possessive, onf his hands leaving her hip to slide over her exposed ass, cupping it and lifting slightly. Lisa rose to her tiptoes, her arms around his neck pulling her up.

Mark suddenly shoved her away roughly. Lisa gasped, concerned, only to fell a slickness between her pussy lips as he tore off his robe, exposing his boxers. His dick was hard and tented his boxers before he roughly jerked the waistband down, letting the boxers fall. His dick sprung up and bobbed stiffly as he kicked the offending garment.

Lisa could feel her pussy gush at the sight of him nude in front of her. His dick seemed huge to her.

Mark knew he was a girthy 7 inches. Not the biggest in the world, but definitely enough to please any woman. With a good girl like Lisa he knew he *should* take it easy and slowly, but the sight of her turned him into a wild animal driven by lust.

He stepped forward and began untying her apron. Lisa smiled and stood still for him. “Last night you said you wanted to put a baby in me…” Mark’s eyes darted from her mouth watering nipples to look deeply into her eyes.

As soon as the waist was undone, not breaking eye contact, Mark lifted the apron’s strap over her head. Smiling, he lifted one hand and put it around her perfect neck. She gasped in surprise – her eyes widening. “I’m gonna hold you down and fuck you so hard and deep.” Her eyelashes fluttered, the wetness between her legs gushing at his words. “I’m going to cum in you again,” he lifted his other hand to pinch one of her nipples. “And again,” He pinched again. “And again, until you are knocked up with MY baby… that’s what you want isn’t it?”

Lisa, held still by her neck tried no nod, couldn’t and gasped out, “Yes. Mark… please fill me with your cum!”

Mark was as good as his word. Using his grip on her neck he threw her against the wooden dining table. She leaned over it awkwardly, her ass toward Mark. “Mark… I’ve never, I mean I’m a…” but before she could get the words out, mark again grabbed her neck, this time from behind, shoving her down against the hard wood.

“Shhhh, Lisa, I don’t want to hear anything unless it’s you begging for more.” Mark smiled, pressing his hips against her soft ass as he leaned over her to hold her down. His other hand slid between the two of them, feeling for her pussy.

His hands found her hot slick slit immediately. He ground his hard cock against on of her plump asscheeks as his hand spread her, sliding fingers up and down her wetness. She might be a virgin, but she clearly wanted it. Mark chuckled, she wanted HIM. she wanted HIS hot spunk deep inside her.

He slowly slid a finger into her. She exhaled, not realizing she was holding her breath. The table was hard, and Mark was holding her down so hard her tits were smashed against it. She didn’t dare squirm though. She was loving how masculine and strong Mark was. She secretly loved this aggressive forceful side of him she was seeing.

After a few tentative thrusts, he slipped a second finger into her. She was tight, but wet enough he didn’t seem to be causing her any pain as he slowly slid the fingers in and out of her. She moaned, finally gaining enough bravery to arch her back slightly, changing the angle of her hips to allow him easier access.

At this signal from her, he slid a third finger in. He was definitely stretching her now. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to pull his fingers in deeper. “Perfect,” He thought silently. “This pussy is begging for me to cum in it.” He smiled wide, pulling his fingers from her.

Lisa whimpered. It had hurt a little, but she was loving every second. Mark gripped his huge cock and sliding the tip between her pussy lips stroked against her slit a few times to ensure his dick was slick with her pussy juice. He was pleased – she was so wet he wouldn’t need to dig up lube or anything.

He positioned the head of his cock against the hole and began adding pressure, pushing into her. Lisa moaned loudly as he slipped into her hungry pussy. No masturbation fantasy or finger had ever felt this good. She loved how he stretched her and filled her. She loved how hot it was. The warmth radiating off him inside her was as intoxicating as the other sensations he was stirring inside her.

He gently slid a few inches back and pressed into her again, eliciting another moan from her. He again slid out and pressed again, finally forcing his entire dick into her, pressing his hips against her as he grunted in satisfaction.

Once he had pushed past what was left of her hymen, he loved the feeling of being balls deep in her. She gyrated his hips against her, relishing the feel of her hot moist pussy gripping his entire length. He could feel her clenching and squeezing as she whimpered and moaned.

He debated releasing her neck, but decided against it. If Lisa wanted to be bred he was going to breed her. He slowly began pumping, in and out and in and out. Lisa Moaned every time he pushed into her tightness. She was so wet for him her cum became a creamy slick ring around the base of his shaft.

She panted and moaned, the heat building inside her. He could tell she was close to climax. This little virgin so desperate to be a mother igniting a feral possessiveness within him. He began pumping harder and faster into her, still pushing her hard against the table. She began to squeal and just as she orgasmed, he pushed in and his dick spasmed inside her gushing thick splurts of hot cum deep into her.

He grunted as she shuddered and shook beneath him, clenching and milking more hot jets of spunk deep into her. She gasped and panted, shaking from the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. Feeling the cum hit her cervix was intoxicating.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, panting together, as he waited to soften slightly before pulling out of her tight hole.

He released her, sliding out of her. A few dribbles of his cum followed the tip of his dick. He admired how her red hole clenched and seemed to be winking at him, begging to be fucked again.

She stood up slowly, finding her legs were jelly. They smiled at each other, both suddenly shy and unsure of what to say after the intense, out of character, physical fuck.

He finally broke her gaze, stretching his back slightly. “Well… you better move into my bedroom.” He looked back at her face to see her eagerly smiling. “If I’m going to make you the mother you deserve to be, I’m going to need to keep you filled up.” She giggled.

A month later Mark came home from work, made small talk with Lisa and helped feed dinner to Kayla in her high chair. They watched some TV, and Lisa put Kayla to bed in her crib. Mark went to their room and took off his work clothes.

Lisa entered behind him and her turned to her. He raised an eyebrow and she dutifully stripped out of her dress and leggings. Finally naked she crawled onto their bed on all fours. Her ass in the air, legs wide she presented herself to him.

Mark moved behind her and slipped his hand between her legs to ensure she was wet. Yup. Every time she was desperate and dripping for him. He slid into her with a grunt, pushing himself into her to the hilt. She moaned with pleasure as he filled her with his dick.

He readjusted his knees to a slightly better position and began rocking, sliding in and out of her. She always felt so tight. So perfect for his dick. And he loved filling her to the brim with his cum. Sometimes he’d fill her in the morning before work, before dinner when he came home – and then spend the whole night spraying the walls of her pussy with his spunk.

As he was thrusting she stopped moaning longer enough to speak. “I took a test again today, Ahhh, Ahhh” Mark stopped thrusting, grinding his hips against her, stirring her inside. “Yeah?” He mumbled, enjoying how the hot moist tunnel squeezed his dick so tightly.

“I’m pregnant, Mark, Unnnngggg Ohhhhh” She finally managed to get out.

“WHAT?! Fuck, Lisa, Good God…” He stoped pressing against her and began pounding her with abandon. What had begun as a sensual enjoyment of each other became a furious pumping. Lisa moaned loudly, yelping when Mark bottomed out, pounding her cervix roughly. After fucking her roughly for a few more moments he growled and his balls tightened. He spasmed, pouring thick cum deep into Lisa.

He removed himself slowly as Lisa whimpered. He moved beside, pulling her up from her submissive position and began kissing her. Finally gasping for air, he pulled away. “God, Lisa, You’re going to make the best mother.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/na61c6/babysitting_to_breeding_fm_fiction